Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Remix

[Intro - Big Kuntry
P$C
ENT
You know who is mane, Big Kuntry King

Aye

Aye

[Chorus - Big Kuntry
I'm in the club
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
You pills? Yeah I'm on it
XO? I'm on it
You got the dro? I'm on it
You got them Yeah I'm on it

I'm in the club
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Grey Yeah I'm on it
On Yeah I'm on it
You got the Yeah I'm on it
You got hoes? Yeah I'm on it

1 - Yung Joc]
Aye, nothing a P$C and Block ENT party nigga
Real niggas with real money, folk seeking Ferraris
Dead bitches everywhere, and fifties, throw them out
them on they derriere, pull the dro and blow it out
If you see a in the club, nigga point him out
Trying in the V.I.P.'s, no love, we them out
Tell them position, nigga stay in your lane
I'm fuck with real niggas like my Kuntry King
So don't give me no lip, HK on my hip, get a hitter for
Need a Band-Aid for drip?
In case you wondering, how I'm balling where I stay
them Boyz 'N' Da Hood, we in the club like aye

[Verse 2 - Big King]
Give me a bottle of Patron, and a blunt of kush I'm to go
I'm as fuck, I'm in "The Matrix", bent on moving slow
Yes I'm the flyest, who you that? The Oracle
How could you ever doubt me? Ask your hoe she
Kuntry (Kuntry King) no question, I'm on it mane
Making busts all in the club, how you do that? I make it
And I got more stacks, I'm finna make it storm bitch
you seeing money, don't try, thunder on my hip
P$C and Block in here, T.I.P. Joc in here
That more pill popping, chicks pop in here
We here, yeah, tell them this is how high
rubber bands, got them drinks on ice

3 - T.I.]
I got a pistol in my pocket, throwing in the air
them bitches get with pimping, ain't no money over there
Aye, you see over there, throwing hundreds in the sky
this rap shit mine, I'ma run until I die
And you can run and you can hide, and you can talk and you can
You be running for your lives I knock you niggas off
Aye, I can you how to floss, Chevy with the dual exhaust
The old school cost a thousand cash, real talk
I know you niggas soft, never be a real boss
Keep kicking and sneak dissing, get them peeled off
The verses to get you hurt, I don't care if the world saw
Your girl just saw me go off Yung Joc we in the club like